Fall

It may take awhile to adjust to the cold.  And it isn't even "cold" yet.  I've seen many people in shorts and shirtsleeves while I'm in a coat, hat and gloves.  It's all relative.  Our neighbors who moved here from Canada think it's balmy!  (They are part of the group wearing shorts wondering why I'm all bundled up.)

Anya came running in my room the other morning, "Dad's car is broken again!  There is all this smoke coming out of it!"  It was cold enough to see the exhaust.

Anya was innocently riding her bike at my parents house and wiped out.  On ice.  She just thought it was wet.  I forgot to warn her about ice.

Washington is not a happy camper at the playground when he touches the metal slide (he refuses to wear gloves) after school while we play for a bit.

And many a package have been ordered for things we never had before: boots, boots and more boots.  We reason if we live in this type of climate, we have to dress for it, because staying in all day is not an option.  Well I guess it is, but it tends to make people crazy.

Halloween!

My kids changed their minds about 99 times what they were going to be for Halloween.  No final decisions were made until Oct. 30, and for Olympia, Oct. 31 at about 5pm.  John and I recycled our monopole costumes and didn't even take a picture!  We enjoyed the warmer than usual temperatures and having two extra adults to help (didn't get a picture of one of them!  In my defense, I was the scone fryer at the trunk or treat party).